This weariness takes me back to other days
When I pressed into the load
Deeper, longer, than was necessary
And deprived myself of rest, of peace,
Because I believed that it was righteous.
And now I pay the price of such ignorance.
I have decided that I will no longer do that.
I will choose to rest myself into a heaven on earth,
And trust that an unseen heart cares
For this frail body and beats
In time with this faint heart
And waits with unseen hands
To deliver me from the buzzards
That circle over my head
And hope for my demise.
My life is forfeit.
My future lies
In rest, in Him.
And if this life, this rest,
Is of use to anyone, I will let it be
The work with which I seal my life,
And the stone which He will place upon my grave.
